Walking my way through the
empty streets
every step I make
echos in this empty place
in my heart

All I see is us
I'd do anything to re-live
the past again

Time is divided
between having you
and waiting to be with you

Will I have you again in my life?
Maybe not in this life

Until then
Whatever happens in between
is not in my concern
nor how long it takes
nor in which form